Harry never trapped a prey without properly getting to know them first. He was like a spider that stared at a butterfly for hours, admiring it, taking his time, appreciating it's beauty. Hunting is never easy when you're in love.
It was stupid, but not in Harry's mind...
Until his coffee was finished he stayed to laugh at the foolishness of the boy named Louis but his entire focus was still on Nicholas.
He looked like a quiet and shy kid who laughed quietly sometimes and talked to his friend. It didn't matter how hard Nicholas tried to get the boy named Louis to get up, he was still ignorantly sprawled on the chair eating his cake. Finally after countless tries Nicolas was able to get him up from his chair.
"We have to call your dad's friend remember? He invited us" Nick said to Louis who in respond gave a big smile and winked back at him.
"That bar is a good one" he said with laughter, ignoring Nick's hopeless and scowling and followed him to the car.
"You little fools" Harry murmured under his breath while looking at them get out of the coffee shops.
He put down the coffee cup and carelessly dropped the money on the table and walked to his motorcycle to follow the black Lamborghini.
He bit his lips and pushed down on the gas. His helmet hid his face. His calm breaths filling the closed space.
"Go Mr. Holt, Styles is right behind you" He followed the car with a smile
He never asked any questions from the people that hired him to do their dirty work. There were always some questions that formed in his mind, but he never tried to process any of it.
It was his job, torturing and any other work that people paid him to do. He didn't care that it was little girl sobbing and begging under his hands with innocent damp eyes, or an old man that hopelessly trembled, hiding his pain in his eyes and not letting himself beg at the last minutes of his life.
Harry didn't care...
"Everyone will die someday... I just changed the plan a little bit". This was the line that he repeated to himself all his life. The ignorant and painful words carving wounds on Harry's sinful soul.
But wounds are enjoyable. For him every sob, every tear or sorrow filled his insatiable soul, satisfying it. It feeds off every chaos, sorrow and pain.
But this insatiable feeling, the joy of holding a human's life and death in your hands, this feeling of power, a delightful feeling that you can't let go after experiencing it for the first time, never...
"Welcome, Mr. Tomlinson" The waiter said at the door with a big smile. Louis gave him a flirtatious smile, Nick just shook his head annoyed and followed right behind him.
Harry looked at the bar. Gay was the only adjective that he could've to describe this bar with.
"Oh Tomlinson" Harry laughed.
He started following them inside. The guy who let Louis and Nick in seconds ago stood in front of Harry's way, blocking him.
"What's your problem?" Harry said bluntly. He could visibly see the red spreading across the bodyguard's face. The anger made him start talking fast.
"Normal people can't enter this bar without the membership card" The bodyguard said and Harry turned his lips into a half O shape, acting amazed.
"mmm.. okay then, so I can go and come back with Mr. Tomlinson and tell him how you didn't let his best buddy in...oh by the way what was your name?" Harry said and the giant man immediately stepped back to clear the way.
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Lunatic (English Translation)
Romance***This story belongs to: @prds_stories**** " I'll come back to you, just as the flesh to the earth and as bodies to the sea to be tangled around my frail body as blood seeps to the earth, as madness seeps into the vein I will always come back to...
